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Bitch. I stuck my tongue out at her. Like she wasn’t feeling the same. Ugh, Love, love, love.

I cleared my throat. “So yes, in turns. Vampire, you can go first, I know being under the earth is your thing, you may have practice.” I threw him a smirk when he growled at me. Despite that, he focused on the plant, I heard his internal dialogue as he found his earth magick and made the plant grow a few inches. Luca went next and he made the plant go into hibernation. Etienne quirked his head and made the earth move as if the plant was under attack. Dante rolled his eyes and made the plant grow then jumped out of the pot and dance. I laughed so hard. “Dante, mi corazon, this isn’t Little Shop of Horrors.” He smiled widely at my pet name.

“I know, and I’m not suddenly Seymour, but these fuckers are boring, I bring spice to the party.” Pixie rolled her eyes making the plant jump back into the pot and grow a flower. “Party pooper.” Dante stuck out his tongue, and Pixie leaned over and sucked it into her mouth, giving him an open-mouthed kiss.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Mind your business, bitch, you got that tongue all last night. Sharing is caring.

If we are going to fight over my tongue, it’s only fair if we take this into the bedroom.

I barked a laugh. “Yeah, not going to happen, we can take a break but I gotta check security feeds, the company, and Pixie and I need to order our uniforms for the academy, also you fuckers need to be given several things. So in reality our break is more work. It will be fun!” I said cheerily as I took in my groaning group of five. Pussies.

“Why do we gotta be fuckers all the time?” Etienne grumbled in his sexy French accent. We made our way to the security room.

It’s how she deflects her feelings. Don’t mind her.

Pixie, STFU, I’m not deflecting, I’m simply trying out different pet names. Fuckers, dickheads, sex gods, they all have the same affection.

I hid my smile as Pixie and I settled around the computers and pulled up our feeds. I ran my hands through my purple strands, while I used my other screens to make sure my company numbers are on track. Yeah, people can have accountants, but accountants eventually ask questions and want to meet. I create different aliases and handle the shit myself. I’m not half a genius. I run at full capacity, thank you very much.

After a few moments of silence, or rather me blocking everyone out, everything checks out and I’m able to breathe a little easier. Council notwithstanding, I care a lot about the people affected by me. All the employees I have, depend on my success, and I don’t have the heart to ever fail them. I just cannot fathom the amount of people that would not have holidays or homes to live in. It is part of the reason I make sure all my employees are paid a lot more than minimum wage and are also get checked periodically to make sure they don’t mysteriously need an additional bonus to cover expenses.

I felt Dante come up behind me, the smell of his cologne wrapping me up like a security blanket, and pull my lip from my teeth, I didn’t even realize I had been biting it while looking over the figures.

They are lucky to have you, Mi Alma, if everyone cared like you do, the world would be a better place.

I threw him a thankful glance.

I appreciate that, however if everyone cared, then life would become a contest. We see it all the time in religions around the world or even community centers, that are literally created to help. I just…want to do more… I don’t know…it's confusing…luckily I have had Pixie to ground me and tell me I can’t save everyone.

That’s because you can't, Luca piped in. I sighed. Logically, I knew that. Still. I shook off the thoughts and instead held Dante’s hand and my other hand flew over the keyboard to access our emails. I quickly ordered our uniforms without looking, just putting in the sizes needed.

“Okay so tech time!” I clapped, and Pixie groaned while I stood up excitedly.

“Pix, this is the exciting part. You shut your muggle face.”

“I’ll show you muggle, bitch.”

Etienne stood, and positioned himself between us, shaking his head. I guess he learned that he should just stay shut when it comes to Harry Potter fighting. I threw a smile at him and winked. He smiled. Goodness, why the fuck was he so hot, you realize that Dean Winchester was a walking clit magnet, now I had a more muscle-packed version and I was cashing in on that shit tonight. I wonder if he would be down to cosplay.

“Do I even want to know why you are looking at me with that look?” He calculated. I shrugged.

“Probably not, but we are totally crossing into human territory and cosplaying next year.”

Pixie laughed, and the men looked startled.

“Don’t be a pussy, cosplaying is so much fun and we can play with the humans!”

I interrupted their protests. “It is happening. Anyways, stay still, I gotta stab you up a little. I need to implant trackers in all of you.”

21

“A winning effort begins with preparation.”-Joe Gibbs

“See? Someone named Joe totally wants me to stab you with a tracker!”-Charlie

“I’ll rip his throat out.”- Dimitri

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